It’s been a crazy few months. While not much appears to have been happening (beyond day job and loads of gigs) there has been activity in the background. It’s like the stage hands in Hamiliton. Those things don’t just appear from holes in the floor. People have to put them in the right place so they appear through the holes. That’s a long winded way of saying it’s like ducks paddling but I felt that was too cliched.
Anyway, I was contacted by a guy called Neil Simpson. This was a bit weird because I know someone called Neil Simpson and at first I thought it was him but it wasn’t. Another Neil Simpson entirely. This Neil Simpson is a bass player for the Climax Blues Band and Roy Wood which I think is pretty impressive. It turns out Neil (a real musician with genuine talent) had seen me at a gig, liked my Internet poem and decided to download it and put it to music. Right from that first take it was amazing but seeing as I’d upgraded my microphone I asked if he wanted me to rerecord the vocals. What followed were numerous rerecordings, emails and discussions until we get the video below. I love my Internet poem. I love performing it and it always gets a good reaction but to see what Neil did amazes me. It’s just lifted it to another dimension.
Anyway, here it is… Internet, I’ve Lost My Faith in You with added music from Neil Simpson.
A few weeks ago, for one of our PASTA nights, we had a theme of Childhood. I toyed with the usual musings on my own childhood but nothing seemed right. Then, during a walk around my old home town I stumbled on a piece of graffiti which fired a memory. A couple of days later this poem had been produced. I love the title Spider Brendan because it makes no sense but hopefully has enough about it to make you want to read on. Here we go:
At eleven he spent most of the Autumn term doodling daft faces onto the sperm which lazed across the pages of Biology 101. We all did quite frankly But his better ones looked a bit like Youngy’s mom.
At twelve on the walls all around town he’s spraying “spider”. Started off with crude childish lines before the designs got tighter. Soon like we’re eating five gobstoppers we’re silent admiring them.
At thirteen, thanks to a library book on New York Subway graffiti, and some shifty spray can thievery, his spiders became 3D. It had quite an impact on us when we’d reach out a hand and touch them to find they were flat
At fourteen while we’re all trying to get off with Emma Salisbury he’s painting a picture of a spider catching a bumblebee on the door of the cop shop. Right under their CCTV. He even drew a spider invasion across the door of the Chief Super’s Austin Aggravation.
At fifteen after marking more of the town than a pissy dog he’s decided to hang upside down off the overpass. Then he’s done a spider towering over a silhouetted city examining the tableau through a looking glass. We day know about metaphor and simile. We knew it looked good though.
At sixteen this story gets to the crazy part because this Egg Chips and Beans Botticelli this Council Pop Pollock this UB40 Klee only got an E in GCSE Art.